Where's Waldo?

Here he is! That crazy bastard is in town, fresh off of foreign soils and North Carolina, which I believe was founded in the late 1800s by German Astronauts off the coast of Madison Square Garden. Forensic experts speculate that Waldo started drinking at roughly noon on Monday, his cousin and Timmy later confirmed that for me when they came to get me. So being the nice friend I am I got Waldo a shot, and we proceeded to Chrissie Ho's house in Ilion. Waldo was driving for some reason, and we stopped at DeJohns where Kyle told the cashier to fudge off about 8 times and then knocked some shit over he was going to steal. That's how he rolls broseph, and on we went to Chrissie's *shhhhhh alert* (Waldo may or may not have driven on a nearby lawn, that is purely speculation and if you ask me I'll deny it). Needless to say Waldo was stricken from driving for the rest of the evening. In the meantime Paul Grates and myself had a nice little couple of games of cards at Chrissies, which sponsored the remainder of our evening at the lovely Tony's Lounge in scenic Frankfort, New York. At Tony's later in the evening, we met up with Officer B.H. Fernalld, and played some darts. Buck and PJ engaged in some pretty vicious cock-fights of dart matches. And in the after-math some pretty funny insults were hurled to and fro; as Buck swept Grates four games to nil. Meanwhile Waldo was still plastered, he broke out his list of things to do, which was funny. He broke into four pieces and then paid for a new pool stick for TL's (philanthropist that he is) and managed to throw a pitcher of beer at Uncle Bongo (he's gotta go cuz). I did however manage to bring him home before he could tip over the large screen TV that is situated above the stairs; Waldo aims high needless to say.

Later on Buck, Grates, and I retired to Dina Boo-urn's apartment. It was very hot up there, so we played some cards and talked about this weird auto-immune thing Buck and I both had at one point or another. Apparently it only comes from some rare Borneo Island based transvestite hooker; I got it from my charity work there, Buck got it from nailing little boys, but I digress. We played two games of pitch, and Buck won neither of them which made Grates happy, and even with all of that Buck still was gracious enough to 1. Make us boneless bbq wings 2. Tell us police stories about auto-erotic asphyxiation and 3. Offer to let us sleep with him in the same bed. I had a fun night. And Kyle has a fun hang over right now.